As if in thoughts the quiet road seemed lost
As evening shadows looked longer and dark,
Young winter’s chill felt like December frost,
On tall treetops Sun still looked somewhat stark
But smaller ones were all wrapped in darkness,
Grief-like I felt the sombre shades of grey,
Birds hurried home to their nightlong address
To rest and recoup, fresh for the next day.
In no undue hurry to reach back home,
And trudging slow I saw a sunflower
On a farm’s thorny fence muddied with loam
Bringing to mind’s view a bright face turned dour
Along sad memories of my sister,
Of sunflower looking more sinister.
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Sonnet | 11.12.2025 | allusion, sad, sister, sunflower
Note: The reference is to my youngest sister who lost her husband some time back. He was a busy oncologist with directorship of a cancer institute. She too with her own work in the field of education, and only now the two had the time enough to cherish a ripe, mature company of each other to continue with their hobby of literary work. All memories he mind from time to time. Alas, sad memories leave a deep-set scar.
I just watched Prime Ministers question time,
What a noise like monkeys trying to mime.
The speaker sits up in her chair,
Both sides shout the row filling the air.
This is the place from which our country is run,
To say it's run is really just a great big pun.
The MP's are there just for personal glory,
They don't really care as long as they continue their families story.
Some just sit and take the money,
Other try for the bigger jobs, like bees around the honey.
Their lives all mapped out to get a companies directorship,
Whilst making sure their cronies are in and likely to get a substantial tip.
They are blind to what the real people need,
They look down their noses, they think they are a superior breed.
There is supposed to be separate parties with original idea's,
But none of them do and they can wreck the country, that's my fear.
Some say don't worry, things will change when we have the next election,
But it won't be any different, because we will still only have that limited selection.
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